A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, March 25, 2011
my time, wisely
my time, wisely
used
- means nothing,
to me. But the waste of it
pulls, like a blade
coming free
from the skin of my life
- then at night, sinking in
with a plunge, comes the knife
1 comment:
You've described this feeling perfectly.
(my word verification was "ovensob" by the way)
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